Connor cracked me up.
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Ya know…. Some people cannot eat vegetables. Allergic reactions makes vegetables not my friends.
I have to keep reminding the wife that chickens are food, not friends. She’s no vegan, but she can’t think that way about her own little flock of layers.
Bet they’d be terrifed to see the way she can tear into a fried chicken breast at a restaurant, tho…
I’ll be happy to take anyone to my local auction shed. Every Tuesday for the past 120 years.
Because afterwards you can see the reject cows that get sent to local zoos.
You’ll be soooo happy with regular cow meat after that.
Ever seen a cancer eyed cow at the auction?…..yeppers, that’s your hamburger….
Those are the ones that go to the zoo. I wasn’t trying to be explicit, but yeah. Big ass bulging discolored weeping cancer eye.
gah.
That reminds me, I need to pickup some Chloe.
Chloe is 15 bucks a pound, so I’m gonna eat Wilbur at 2.99 a pound cuz all pigs are equal….
I like the ones named “Chuck”.
We’ve always named our food, we’ve had pork chops, hambone, pork loin, bacon fat, hamburger, sirloin, etc.
Somehow the majority of the hogs we’ve raised for butcher over the years were pork chop. lol
They were all well taken care of and fed well and then they fed us well.
Our kids were always taught certain ones were going to be food, the same as our grandkids are taught now.
I don’t buy grocery store meat, but seeing those cards would make me laugh.
Remember when Rush used to say that everyone who has ever ate a carrot has died. We named our cows one year when my dad and my uncle would raise a couple of cows every year on my uncle’s farm in N. Idaho for meat. They were Zeke and Zelda and they were mighty tasty. I’m not a big fan of slaughtering cows, it was bloody and messy but it was something that had to be done. It also helped that there was a meat locker next door to my dads gas station so we always had fresh beef every year.
One year after my uncle unsuccessfully didn’t kill the cow with a single bullet to its head he had to finish it off with a great big sledge hammer blow to kill it. It was never a dull moment when we slaughtered cows for meat in the Fall. And liver from a freshly killed cow consumed the same day that it was slaughtered was the best liver that I’ve ever ate.
Zeke and Zelda?
I would have gone with F. Chop Fitzgerald and Zelda Moouvier.
If humans were meant to not eat meat God would have made it taste like vegetables.
I’m sadder about the high price.
My mother grew up on a farm. She used to tell me about cutting off chicken’s head and where the term, “enough water to scald a pig” came from. Meat….mmmmmmm.
Now that sticker is just hilarious!
The stickers that can really make you sad are the Biden I did that stickers on gas pumps.
You could put the same sticker just with a picture of celery on it on a celery stalk and it would be just as apropos, and just as stupid.
Do these morons think that vegetables enjoy being ripped out of the ground, their heads and roots cut off, and then eaten by some bad-breath, nose-picking retard?
mortem tyrannis
izlamo delenda est …
Had to take a second look.
I thought it said Scotch Filled Steak…I’m all in for that!
Then I looked at the “Best by” date and thought, 🤔 Aged Scotch?
BTW, how did they get a vegan to even touch those packages of meat?
Most of the vegans I have been unfortunate enough to meet, would recoil in fear from looking at red meat.
If they actually put those cards on, I bet they stood at a distance and just threw the cards into the meat case.
I’d be concerned that some whacko is doing more to that meat than just putting a sticker on it!
If Vegan Activists really want to be consistent then they need to be standing in front of the gazelle to protect it from the hungry lion.
Every BBQ place I’ve been to has nice pictures of cows and pigs, maybe even some sculptures and figurines of them, if there’s a woman’s touch about the place, but I reckon the ninnies who came up with those labels have never darkened the door of a BBQ joint.
Cool marketing idea!
I’d buy a package with my name on it and freeze it. Great party conversation piece.
We would name our calves raise them and then talk about how delicious they were. Makes the dining experience all the more intimate when you can call a burger by name.
Ummmmm…………how old is that picture/story?
“Best Before 09/11/17”?
Wake me when the cow actually sez: “My name is chloe”…
God made vegans so carnivores would have something to eat. Moose, caribou and beef are some of my favorite vegans. Haven’t tried long pig. Many of them seem to be infected with mad cow disease.
” Haven’t tried long pig.”
Well seeing how it’s still early in Pedos presidency, ya never know.
TRF
APRIL 4, 2022 AT 11:24 AM
“Wake me when the cow actually sez: “My name is chloe”…”
…you mean like this?
“The waiter approached.
“Would you like to see the menu?” he said, “or would you like meet the Dish of the Day?”
“Huh?” said Ford.
“Huh?” said Arthur.
“Huh?” said Trillian.
“That’s cool,” said Zaphod, “we’ll meet the meat.”
…
A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox’s table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.
“Good evening,” it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, “I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my body?”
It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.
Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox.
“Something off the shoulder perhaps?” suggested the animal, “braised in a white wine sauce?”
“Er, your shoulder?” said Arthur in a horrified whisper.
“But naturally my shoulder, sir,” mooed the animal contentedly, “nobody else’s is mine to offer.”
Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling the animal’s shoulder appreciatively.
“Or the rump is very good,” murmured the animal. “I’ve been exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there’s a lot of good meat there.”
It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew the cud. It swallowed the cud again.
“Or a casserole of me perhaps?” it added.
“You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?” whispered Trillian to Ford.
“Me?” said Ford, with a glazed look in his eyes, “I don’t mean anything.”
“That’s absolutely horrible,” exclaimed Arthur, “the most revolting thing I’ve ever heard.”
“What’s the problem Earthman?” said Zaphod, now transferring his attention to the animal’s enormous rump.
“I just don’t want to eat an animal that’s standing there inviting me to,” said Arthur, “It’s heartless.”
“Better than eating an animal that doesn’t want to be eaten,” said Zaphod.
“That’s not the point,” Arthur protested. Then he thought about it for a moment. “Alright,” he said, “maybe it is the point. I don’t care, I’m not going to think about it now. I’ll just… er […] I think I’ll just have a green salad,” he muttered.
“May I urge you to consider my liver?” asked the animal, “it must be very rich and tender by now, I’ve been force-feeding myself for months.”
“A green salad,” said Arthur emphatically.
“A green salad?” said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur.
“Are you going to tell me,” said Arthur, “that I shouldn’t have green salad?”
“Well,” said the animal, “I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.”
It managed a very slight bow.
“Glass of water please,” said Arthur.
“Look,” said Zaphod, “we want to eat, we don’t want to make a meal of the issues. Four rare stakes please, and hurry. We haven’t eaten in five hundred and seventy-six thousand million years.”
The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle. “A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good,” it said, “I’ll just nip off and shoot myself.”
He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur. “Don’t worry, sir,” he said, “I’ll be very humane.”
It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen.”
-Douglas Adams, “”The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”
http://remotestorage.blogspot.com/2010/07/douglas-adamss-cow-that-wants-to-be.html?m=1
Yet abortion is OK.
Still, It’s not as tasty as Horse.
The French & Italians Both eat it, but somehow only the French get the bad Press.
Google:
Gordon Ramsey Recipe.com 22 ways to eat horse meat Italian Cuisine